An Exchange (Calvary)

[Lionheart]

The Exchange had contact Bolla the Hutt to discuss his new bodyguard, Cor-Bah-San. The Tiss'shar had been on Corellia for close to a year now and at least three months at the Hutt's personal bodyguard after the little drunken incident with the previous bodyguard that ended fatally. Cor-Bah-San, though not the brightest person in the business, used his skills with the lightsaber and the mere sight of the weapon to impose a power over some of the common criminals. He even had to use Force powers at some points, and apparently all of these collective incidents had gotten the notice of the Exchange.

No matter how much power Bolla had in the Corellian underworld, it was not even comparable to that of the Exchange. So, when his contact asked that he deliever a message to his bodyguard to report to the nearest Exchange station, he could not refuse as to not make an enemy that he could not ever hope of matching. Cor-Bah-San got his orders to report to the Exchange early in the morning as he met up with Bolla the Hutt, as he had a small room in the cantina that Bolla worked at as to always have close access to the one he needed to protect.

So, Cor-Bah-San left the cantina still in a somewhat drowsy manner without really any clue of what was to come. He knew very little about the Exchange other than the little business they did with the Hutt, who was rather small time. He was sure that he hasn't killed anyone in the exchange...pretty sure, well more so hopeful. He had been using his lightsaber quite often in the past three months, and he even brought it along with him just in case. It was obviously not hidden as it was on his belt, and all that he was wearing was shorts as Tiss'shar were not known to wear much clothing.

The walk to the Exchange office from the cantina was not to long, but Cor-Bah-San walked at a somewhat slow pace. Collecting his thoughts, he tried to think of what he could do to escape in case it was a trap; which he assumed it most likely was. He remained aware of his situation and enviroment as he approached the Exchange with two armed Rodian guards outside of the doors. Cor-Bah-San said, in Basic, as he approached, "I was told to come here by Bolla the Hutt."

One Rodian said something in a language that Cor-Bah-San did not understand and spoke into a terminal by the door. The doors opened and the same Rodian said something again, though Cor-Bah-San could only assume that it meant he could enter. So, he stepped through the door to the Exchange trying to keep his mind clear enough to assess the situation.

[Cavalry King]

He entered a dark den, escorted by the Rodian guard. The room had only one light, a dimmed blue light that lit the center of the room and little else in a single beam of light. As the new comer entered the room, the sound of growling kath hounds filled the room. Barely visible at the back of the Den were two figures. One sitting casually, the other standing and attending to the sitting figure. The sitting figure said to Cor-bah-san, "Welcome to our humble den. Do you have any idea as to why you have been summoned?"

The sitting figure smiled a crooked smile. He felt so alive when he was in this den of crime, his den. All of this was his domain. Here he was free to use his powers freely to achieve his goals. Sometimes this was an escape from his other life and sometimes it was the reverse. For all his freedom of power, he was highly restricted. No one could know who he was, no one could see his face, and very few could know of his existence. This was a rare occasion, an appearance in person. In all honesty, no one was sure where he went after he visited his bosses. No one knew where the "headquarters" of the Exchange were. That was just how he liked it. No traces. He knew some creatures could see in the dark, so he was always careful to mask his face.

[Lionheart]

Cor-Bah-San followed the Rodian guard into the dark Exchange headquarters. The darkness, with the exception of a small light, worried him instantly as he knew that he was at an ever worse disadvantage now. He suspected that he was walking into a trap from the beginning, and the situation seemed to enforced his theory. He could see some figures in the shadows, but could not really make them out in the darkness. One of the shadows spoke in a tone that Cor-Bah-San had trouble interpreting. The kath hounds did not really bother him since he'd taken out many before and they were common pets for ciminals.

Without really knowing what to expect, Cor-Bah-San responded truthfully, "My guess would be that I've killed someone I probably shouldn't have, and you want revenge."

Not knowing how the figures would react or if thugs would pile into the room any second, Cor-Bah-San kept his hand hovered above his lightsaber. Even if he was ou-tmatched, out-numbered, or a combination of both; he was prepared to fight if the situation would require.